The Inevitable Doom of Asulon -Part 1-

[Mini Mordie - Mafia 234]

Within the depths of the White Rose keep, known as Krak du Rhoswen, a young child scrounges through his arbitrary selection of tools and gadgets. The child is no more than 14, and is dressed head-to-toe in purple clothing. A large grin is stretched across his small face, and his green-lensed goggles cover his purple eyes. He quickly spins away from his box of miscellaneous objects to a pile of metal and wood that resembles a man vaguely. Mordecai speaks with his innocent high pitched voice:

"G'd news, me loyal engineer buddy!" He pulls up his goggles, letting them snap onto his forehead. "I've got an amazin' idea! Yer gonna like this, so.. remember when I nearly cut off th' finger next t' me middle finger. Not th' pointin' finger, th' other one.. What is tha' finger even called anyways? ... Eh, I 'unno.. Well anyways! I was thinkin', and I thought: What if I made'a artificial finger? Cut off th' useless one (who's name escapes me mind anyways), an' make one tha' can 'ave interchangeable tips! Like'a screwdriver on me finger?"

A iron frying pan from the pile of scrap falls out of place. The entire pile collapses, and no longer resembles a being. Mordecai grumbles.

"Errgh.. I know, it's a terrible idea.. I'm losin' me grip. Can't figure out what t' do.. An' Hadrien is up there buildin' god knows what. Gah! Tha' son'of'a b*tch! Thinkin' jus' 'cuz he's older means tha' 'e's smarter. DOWN WIFF DAH ADULTS!"

Tanith's Elven ears perk up at the sound of Mordecai screaming again. She calls down to him, "Keep it down Mister Mordecai!"

"Oh! Sorreh! It won't 'appen again!" Mordecai repeats what he last said in a more hushed tone, "Down wiff th' adults!"

((MUAHAHA! I named it something completely out of place and overly-dramatic. I'm so damn evil. :3))

[SkyyoBee 249]

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